Chapter 3 Three

CLARA'S POV

As soon as I heard the front door open, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I knew that my mom was home, and I could finally relax. My uncle stood up from me and rushed out of my room.

"Mom's home!" my uncle announced, a smile on his face. "I'll go get her settled in."

I let out a sigh of relief, thankful that I wouldn't have to fend off my uncle's advances alone, he had fucked me just a few minutes ago but it wasn't the first time that he was doing that neither was it the second nor the third. I put on my pajamas and headed over to the kitchen where my mum was.

My uncle came back into the kitchen, his usual friendly demeanor back in place. He said hello to my mom, and they chatted for a few minutes. I went into my room, not wanting to deal with any more awkward situations.

After a while, I heard my uncle say goodnight to my mum and he went to his room. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he was gone. I went back to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and I saw my mom sitting at the table.

"Hey there, honey," a warm smile on her face. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes mum." I replied.

I've been thinking about what I want for my future. And I've decided that it's time for me to remarry."

My jaw dropped, and I felt a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, I was happy that my mom was taking control of her life and making decisions for herself. But on the other hand, I felt a little unsure about what this would mean for our family.

"Remarry?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

My mom had always been so devoted to taking care of her younger brother and me. She had never shown any interest in dating, and we had never talked about her finding a new partner. I was surprised and a little confused by her news.

"I know it's too sudden for you, but trust me I've known this man for a year now and he is really good."

My mom sensed my hesitation and she talked further. "But I think it's time for me to focus on my own happiness. I've given so much of myself to you and your uncle, and I want to do something for myself now."

I was still a little unsure, but I wanted to be supportive. "I understand," I nodded, forcing a smile.

"Does the man you're thinking about remarrying know that you have a child?" I asked, curious about how he would feel about me.

"He does know," my mom responded, a smile playing on her lips. "And he has two boys who are your age,they are twins. He's a wonderful man, and I think you'll really like him."

I didn't know what to say. On the one hand, I was happy that my mom was finding love. But on the other hand, I was worried about how this would affect our family. I decided to be as supportive as I could be but it felt so sudden and unreal.

I closed the door to my room and flopped down on my bed. My head was spinning with all the new information. I didn't know how to feel about the fact that my mom was planning to get married. I wanted her to be happy, but I also felt a little unsettled by the thought of her being with someone new. I knew that it would take some time to adjust to the idea.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, but I couldn't fall asleep. I kept going over the conversation with my mom, replaying it in my head. I felt a mix of emotions, and I was totally unsettled.

The thought of my mom's future husband having sons of his own filled me with dread. I worried about how they would treat me, and how they would fit into our family. I didn't want to be replaced or feel like I didn't belong. I wondered if I would be able to connect with them, or if we would always be at odds. I felt so many conflicting emotions, and I didn't know what to do with them.

I finally drifted off to sleep, but my dreams were filled with images of my new step brothers, and I woke up feeling even more uncertain. I knew that I needed to talk to my mum again.

As I stood outside my mother's door, I knew that I couldn't disturb her. She looked so peaceful sleeping, and I didn't want to wake her up. I went back to my room, feeling more alone than ever. I wanted to talk to someone about my feelings, but I didn't know who I could trust. I knew that I needed to sort through my emotions, but I felt so lost.

I decided to take a walk, hoping that the fresh air would clear my head. I put on my shoes and headed out the door, hoping that the walk would help me find some clarity.

I walked down the street, the moon shone brightly overhead. The night air was cool and refreshing, and I could smell the scent of freshly cut grass in the breeze. The street was quiet, and I felt like I was the only one awake in the world. The silence gave me time to think, and I began to process my feelings.

I knew that change was hard, and that it would take time to adjust. I also knew that my mom was trying to find happiness, and that I wanted her to have that. I felt torn between wanting what was best for her and wanting what was best for me.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, and my heart stopped. There was a man, walking slowly towards me. He was wearing a hoodie, and I couldn't see his face.

I began to walk faster, but he kept pace with me. I felt my fear growing, and I began to panic. I thought about running, but I wasn't sure if I could outrun him. The thought of the stalker came back to my mind, did he come back to hurt me?